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Date Posted: 18:48:21 05/06/02 Mon
The creature was strong. His name, Rhylin, was nothing, and his physical strength was not great. But he had an amazingly strong spirit. His body flowed with thoughts and feelings and passions, and Hfäinién. He fed on these visions, but they fed on him. Before long, they would be the end of him. His body could not cope with the immense power that surged through him and sooner or later his body would give up, or his mind would.
A Hfäinién as powerful as those which he suffered, and so often, would drive him mad. He would lose the weakening grip he had over them and they would consume him. It was highly dangerous, but he could not stop it. He was one to be pitied, for when one is not in control over their fate, they live a condemned life, and all they can do is wait.
But Rhylin was important. More important than he knew. His visions could change the fate of others. The past can not be changed, but through him, people would be able to alter the course set out for them. It was a curse, but also a gift. The gift would not always be there, however, and it's power needed true recognition, before the flame went out. Hfäinién would be his end.
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